Ouyang Yun underestimated Xie Changan and Zhu Zaiting. Since they can hand over the city wall to the devils with confidence, they have naturally thought of preventive measures a long time ago. Liu Kui and his team will climb up to the roof of the nearest residential area, and on the roof of the residential area within about a kilometer of Guanghua Gate, steel helmets poke out from the roof with their backs to the city wall, followed by jet-black gun barrels.

As a veteran unit with a mature combat style in the Cadet Army, the Seventh Brigade is equipped with at least six snipers in three groups per platoon. Unlike the sniper team that Zhu Zaiting put together temporarily, the Xuebing Army, a sniper unit on the scale of a company, can be said to be armed to the teeth, and all the snipers use are Weiqing-style JC-type sniper rifles equipped with high-powered scopes.

On the other hand, the snipers under Zhu Zaiting, many of them used old-fashioned rifles made in Hanyang.

Zhu Zaiting just saw this strange-shaped gun, and he didn't understand the beauty of the scope too much, so he took one and looked at it, and immediately understood the benefits. It's still the same sentence: people are more popular than people! Zhu Zaiting was envious, and said to Xie Changan again and again: "Brother, you Xuebing are really too rich, that Ouyang Yun, is he a gold mine?" ”

The wealth of the student army has long been famous in China. It was Zhang Shaoshuai, who once had similar feelings.

If the little devil stayed on the city wall and waited to fight with the death squad, he wanted to snipe the death squad condescendingly, and they would have to eat the hardship.

In the ears of the little devil, on the roof about 400 meters away from here, the sound of gunshots suddenly rang out. Then, in a burst of fire, more than two dozen devils who rushed up the city wall and were moving violently fell. But compared with the power, Hanyang is not too bad compared with Zhongzheng and Sanba. Of course, from a professional point of view, it is not qualified as a sniper gun. The accuracy is okay, but the range and concealment are too poor.

Even at night, the Weiqing JC sniper rifle is equipped with a flame suppressor in the muzzle, and the fire generated by its firing bullets is very weak, let alone during the day.

The distance of more than 400 meters is not too difficult for the snipers of the 7th Brigade. After all, when they usually train, they all play at least 600 meters or more. However, for the snipers of the Sichuan Army who use Hanyang-made and medium-formal Sichuan Army, the difficulty of this distance is slightly higher.

The gunfire rang out for five minutes, and the sniper of the Cadet Army, who was the fastest, actually ran out of a magazine. And for those Sichuan soldiers, every bullet on their body is precious, and from the perspective of saving ammunition, each person fires a maximum of three shots.

Because the two sides are playing well, and the situation is not bad for the defenders. Ouyang Yun asked Liu Kui to lead the team back, let them find a place to hide by themselves, and brought a few people such as Durenxiong and Liu Zheliang to find a fairly safe place with a wide field of vision to hide their figures, and quietly act as spectators.

In the five-minute sniper battle, the Japanese were killed and wounded nearly 100 people. It's quite good to have such a result at a distance of more than 400 meters. The little devil was immediately forced to abandon his original plan, and instead nested behind the wall stomping, relying on it, while firing at the sniper unit, while calling for artillery fire to bombard again.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, the two death squads rushed to the front and stepped on the city wall, and they were instantly besieged by the little devils who had been waiting there for a long time.

The sound of "crackling" gunshots rang out, and one after another daredevils fell from the city wall, and many people lost their minds before they died, and they couldn't help but cry out miserably. And those Sichuan soldiers with unique characteristics roared angrily before falling into the dust: "Lao Tzu R, you immortal banban." ”

The single male frowned and said to Ouyang Yun, "Commander, is it too child's play for Brigade Commander Xie to do this?" White-knuckle combat can boost morale, but that is in the case of victory, even if you win, if the loss is too great, it will not be worth the loss. ”

Liu Kui agreed with his words and said, "It should be Zhu Zaiting's idea, right?" The Sichuan army likes to come to this set most when fighting. ”

Ouyang Yun was thinking about this not - they were only a few dozen meters away from the nearest sniper, and they could see every move of more than a dozen of them. Seeing that most of those Sichuan soldiers only fired a shot after aiming at the old man for a long time, while the student sniper released it quickly, he sighed as a result: Is it too expensive for his soldiers to do this way? The so-called rich families have many defeated children, and when it comes to army building, is it also applicable? After all, the country has such a foundation. Although, the current economic situation of the Cadet Army is not bad, but if the Japanese army begins to attack Fujian and Guangdong, it will ......

On the city wall, in the face of the sniper of the Japanese army, the daredevils quickly made adjustments. On the side of the student army, more than a dozen daredevils, under the unified command of captain Wang Jiuzhi, threw grenades at the devil's ambush point, and finally blew a gap, and then broke through from there.

As soon as they made a breakthrough here, the little devils with their backs to the mouth of the city wall had to divide some people to try to drive them down. The pressure on the Sichuan army's death squad was greatly reduced, and they also knocked it up with a few grenades.

"Boom! The Japanese artillery began to exert its might again, and this time, the target was the residential area that had already been hit before.......

Xie Changan and Zhu Zaiting were not fools, and in the face of such a situation, they immediately ordered the sniper troops to retreat. The Japanese shelling lasted about a quarter of an hour, destroying many houses, but failing to inflict much damage on the snipers.

On the city wall, as the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat, the most tragic white-knives battle began.

Wang Jiuzhi took off his outer combat uniform long before going to the city wall, and at this time, he was only wearing a vest on his upper body, a pistol pinned to his waist, and holding a big knife in both hands, and he took the lead in rushing towards the dozen devils who rushed towards him like a god. And behind them, the Sichuan Army death squad, under the leadership of the captain Tang Chengqian, scolded one after another in his mouth: "Hammer! "Come on!" On the one hand, he held up spears, big knives, and even red tassel guns to cover up the devil.

In terms of pure personal force, Shan Renxiong and Liu Kui are both masters. Therefore, whenever two people have the opportunity on the battlefield, they like to use their fists and feet to clean up the enemy. Now, in the face of the close fight, his eyes have become transparent, and the former can't help but squeeze his fist, it seems that he can't wait to be there.

In today's war, guns are the protagonists. However, white-knuckle combat is also inevitable, because the amount of ammunition is limited after all. Once the ammunition is used up and the battle is not over, then individual force can play a decisive role. Ouyang Yun is well aware of this, and at the same time, because of the legend of the 29th Army Broadsword Team in history, the broadsword combat method has become an indispensable part of the basic training of the Scholar Army.

"Kill!" ——On the city wall, Wang Jiuzhi suddenly roared, and the big knife slashed down one by one, and the devil soldier who was facing him bent down and wanted to retreat too late.

It's the spirit of bushido again, and of course, maybe it's the infantry of the Japanese army. After being broken through the city wall by the Chinese soldiers, these devils gave up shooting, and instead single-mindedly withdrew the bullets in the guns, ready to fight with the white knuckle.

The devil has a total of two landing points, one of which was found by the death squad because of its proximity to Guanghua Gate, and several grenades exploded indiscriminately, and the ladder he had worked so hard to build was scrapped. Now, there is only one landing point about fifty meters away from Guanghua Gate. And now Wang Jiuzhi's short-term goal is to break through and abolish the landing point.

The number of Japanese troops who had reached the city wall was already nearly two squadrons, and the most dense of them were near the two landing points. The devil who killed against Wang Jiuzhi was because there were people standing behind him and there was nowhere to retreat, so he was pulled down from his left shoulder with a knife, and his body turned into two halves.

The devil fell bloodily, and several spears with cold light stabbed violently found the space to attack, almost stabbing at Wang Jiuzhi together.

was spilled with the blood of that devil, Wang Jiuzhi is now like a killing god. In the face of several spears stabbed at the same time, he was not afraid at all, and yelled again: "Look for death!" The broadsword was raised again, and the back of the knife struck together with two spear stabs and three barrels, making a piercing metallic clash.

There were too many spear stabs coming from the attack, even though they were only straight stabs, but the strength of so many people was combined, and Wang Jiuzhi couldn't resist it with the strength of one person. His broadsword was exhausted when it reached his chest—a spear stabbed him in the left shoulder and another straight into his cheek with a "poof" sound.

"Company commander!" Seeing Wang Jiuzhi in distress, the soldiers around him and behind him shouted in unison, one of them was named Wang Weiping, because it was his cousin, and he threw his big knife directly over in a hurry. The other, more agile warrior standing right behind him, grabbed his belt and pulled it backwards, then shouted to the others, "Fill it up!" ”

"Kill!" The three team members raised their knives in unison and slashed, one of the knives was raised, and suddenly the chest was cold, and then a sharp pain hit, his hands were weak, and his hands couldn't help but loosen, and the big knife fell.

He looked down and saw a spear piercing his chest, and he was stunned, and subconsciously thought, "I'm injured?" The next moment, a cramping pain in his chest made him sweat profusely, and he looked up and saw the somewhat hideous smiling face of a devil, and then his eyes fell on his hands that were stirring the handle of the gun. Exercise! He let out a loud shout, grabbed the barrel of the gun with both hands and pulled it hard, and brought the devil over. A sword light lit up beside him, and a puff of red exploded in his vision, and when he found that the red slowly darkened until it turned black, the head of the vague devil on the opposite side was gone. An extremely low call sounded in his ears: "Zhao Taiping, brother!" Hold on! ”

"It seems to be a pot of Zhuang!" He smiled, smiled, closed his eyes, and fell down with a smile.